Is it wicked not to care
when they say that you're mistaken
Thinking hopes and lots of dreams
that aren't there
Is it wicked not to care
when you've wasted many hours
Talking endlessly to anyone
that's there
I know the truth awaits me
But still I hesitate because of fear
Skipping tickets making rhymes
Is that all that you believe in
Wearing rags to make you pretty
by design
Rusting armour for effect
It's not fun to watch the rust grow
For it will all be over
when you're dead
Counting acts and clutching thoughts
By the river where the moss grows
Over rocks the water running
all the time
Is it wicked when you smile
Even though you feel like crying
Even though you
could be sick at any time
But if there was a sequel
Would you love me as an equal
Would you love me till I'm dead
If there was a sequel
Would you love me like an equal
Would you love me till
I'm dead
and if there was a sequel
Would you love me as an equal
Would you love me till I'm dead
Or is there someone else instead